Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Smog,
Kayak,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.